So, I decided I wanted to do my blog differently because the picture limits were annoying me. However…I don’t like the expense for the paid blog here. So I paid for www.pattimouse.org Which I am waiting for the site to be situated that I designed…(And then it will probably take a bit of time to adjust to the new blog) I plan on still linking to it, HERE…and doing the random text blogging here…but I will be doing the picture heavy stuff there. So I will be doing some adjustments to how I post. Once I get it set up right…which as I said will take time. This should make my posts more interesting I hope.
When you feel that rage (When you feel that) When you feel that rage
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’ve been working towards the goal for most our lives Every challenge that we faced, we have survived Our confidence is growing everyday Finally it is our time to reign
Our past has shown just how we bleed A blind future in front of me Lost and fractured to the point of break
So come and play with that rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory
We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark We’re the savages born from worlds apart And now I know that this is just the start We will fight for everything we are RAGE, that RAGE (when you feel that rage, when you feel that) RAGE, that RAGE (when you feel that rage, when you feel that) Rage (that rage) Light a match and reignite the flames (the flames) This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay We rush into the unknown Fearless and brave So don’t throw it away (that rage) Won’t stop until sweet victory We will go down in history So come and play with that rage (that rage)
My 2 Cents –
too many people consider Rage as a variety of anger. Rage is so much more. and at the same time is. Rage is unconscious, uncontrollable, the first instinct when we get backed into a corner…. and yes it is anger, but it is also so much more.
I was once told that I should not be angry about the abuse that I suffered… I was told that I should forgive.
Anger is a safety mechanism. forgiving allows you to forget about the pain caused. It means letting go of righteous pain. that righteous pain built me into the person that I am. it made me empathetic, it made me kind, and it made me aware of the people that exist in this world who are going to hurt others.
So I have done this two different ways now. I always do something for April and November. I have tried posting some poems that I love from others in April, and I have tried posting my Daily PAD Challenge Responses. I don’t know which one I want to do this year. I am still struggling with space (at least until May) so I want to go with something that would not add to the media as much. A daily poem would be a lot of media unless I do it as a text format with a repeating image.
What are your thoughts on this? my poetry or others? or general discussion about what poetry is?
So I as you can see above have a few volumes that are coming close to finishing. Chasing Ghosts is Serena’s and I will replace it with another one for her. Hope Splashes is my current random volume… so I will be able to replace it with the next one. Ocular Dystopia is going to be a little while. It’s a volume of visual poetry. That is harder than it sounds.
The other three each have a theme. And I don’t know what to do when I finish them. I love having multiple volumes that I can work with… but I don’t know if I have any more themes planned. I’m going to have to take a look at the future project file and decide if any of them are a theme in the future. I’m not going to do anything until I get at least one of those sent to the publishing office.
I spent my birthday awake…for 28 total hours. Awake. Then I crashed and was allowed to sleep for twelve…woke up feeling sick.(not used to that much sleep at any given time.)
So…That was a fun experience. I was surrounded by love..
I even got writing done, and cover creation – though I was told I should not because I will likely not be able to write all the volumes I have covers for now. You know what? I am too old to be told what to do. I will create covers for books till I die. Because I love doing it.
Okay. I have had time to calm down. We got dressed up. We looked amazing. We were so excited. We get there and find out that Falling in Reverse would not be there. Okay, That is only one of the TWO bands we were excited about. TBH we had not really heard Plush so we were ambivalent about them.
The Concert was half an hour after we were told to be there. We understood that was probably to give people time to find their seats. But People were arriving already drunk and loud. The idiot on the other side of Joe was screaming and smelled of beer. The smell of Pot permeated the whole damn stadium. (Not that I mind a good doobie but it was overwhelming.) When the concert did start it was not the order we were told. Plush came out first.
They were amazeballs.
I need to stress that because of how bad the rest was. The woman in the seats in front of us kept standing up to record with her cellphone. The screaming idiot did not stop for the music. All of the extra noise and smells sent Angel into a meltdown. So we decided to leave….And that is when I realized the woman on the other side of me was sitting on my dress. I tried to pull it loose and she just looked at me like I was an idiot. I literally had to ask her to please fucking get off my dress before she let me move.
We finally had to leave – we had only managed to handle three and a half of the songs. The rudeness of people ruined what could have been an amazing experience.
I don’t understand why people cannot just sit and enjoy the show. I only wish we could have stayed. Plush was amazing what we saw, and I imagine Disturbed were probably Better.
So…WordPress is complaining about space. I need to find a way to deal with Monday poetry without uploading more in the already full space…or I will have to change Monday a wee bit.
I want to do this without having to remove the previous uploaded posts. I will have to see what I have to do.
When you imagine a prisoner of war, is this what you imagine?
“Under Your Scars” lyrics Godsmack Lyrics Play “Under Your Scars” on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) “Under Your Scars”
Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we’ve been through Oh when you say black and I say white It’s not about who’s wrong as long as it feels right Don’t think those stars won’t align
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
Wish you were here right beside me So I could watch you sleep Hold your body closer, breathe you deep And everything feels broken when you’re not next to me Would you still be you if we weren’t we?
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine
So hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na Hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na, hey
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
My 2 Cents –
so I think I probably had something witty here…but in trying to get the posts done for the upcoming week I ended up sending it to the ether. However I planned on the song being here for the next week’s Tuesday tunes to reference… so I have to leave the mess up.
In more ways than just the overall scope of things.
Families gather because of tradition.
If you google the tradition of Christmas trees you find – The first records of Christmas trees being cut for display comes from the 1820s in Pennsylvania’s German community, although trees may have been a tradition there even earlier.
In my house we get certain gifts every year because it is traditional. A box of Christmas Crunch, a bag of Andes mints, A thing of Sparkling Cider, and some Hot Chocolate.
We stretched out the holiday by letting our daughter open one present a day until Yule in December. (That meant she got 21 presents at least although we really did not do stockings and such.)
We did a lot of homemade gifts. Which focused on time spent together. We still do. Jams, and Jellies are likely to be a favorite this year.
What are your traditions? If you celebrate a different holiday please don’t hesitate to tell me your holiday traditions. I honestly want to know. This is not a place of judgement. This is a time when sharing knowledge makes us all wiser.
Pattimouse 